I used to brag that I could sleep all day after a shift. Get up around 5pm and be ready to go back to bed at 10pm to sleep blissfully the whole night. The last few months this has not been the case. I refuse to believe it's because I'm "getting old" or that it even has anything to do with all the wedding plans rolling around in my head. The bridal nightmares have subsided somewhat, thankfully. In fact, tonight's nightmare involved a customer placing a $400 dollar order that left in the middle of ordering because we did not offer a bathroom and he felt the need to punish us over it. I haven't worked at the restaurant in over a month so don't ask me where that one came from...
This morning I awoke at the somber hour of 2:30 to pee. Another irregularity for me. Having not produced any children yet I boast a strong bladder and rarely am I ever disturbed to relieve myself. That satisfying moment of flushing the toilet stimulated my brain enough to detain me from slumber. I tried to will it back to sleep, then I tried to bore it back to sleep by watching the second episode of BBC's 6 hour Pride and Prejudice on Hulu. Neither were successful, obviously. With my brain neurons reeling with excess energy I revert to writing. I have much to reflect upon anyways. With the wedding countdown now in the "teens" my mind is beginning to drift to "life after the wedding." I actually do believe it is out there...a life after December 7th. I'm excited for the morning of December 8th but I must admit there is a touch of fear in the excitement. Because as I've expressed in my last post, I understand everything in my little world will change. My address, my schedule, my roommates, my name. I fear that process (name-changing) to a whole 'nother level...
With my mind wandered to life after the wedding, it wandered to Christmas morning. I imagined what it will be like to wake up with my husband and pup in our bedroom, scurry downstairs in my pajamas, and begin to fill our little home with the sounds of Pandora's Christmas station, the smells of fresh brewed coffee, and aroma of something nutella and cinnonmon-y-ly festive that I discovered on Pinterest during my recent 5-night stretch at work. In my childhood, dad was always the first one up on Christmas morning to start a fire, turn all the Christmas lights on, and quietly watch tv as he waited for his children to wake up and come downstairs. As I expected, my father has already asked if we will spend the night on Christmas Eve so we will be there on Christmas morning like Ron and Jenny did the first year they were married (their wedding was just a few weeks before Christmas like us). I'm sure I broke his heart but met his expectations when I declined his invitation. I assured him that Rick and I will be the first to arrive at their house in the afternoon. My absence that morning will be a big adjustment for Larry!
I've always said I was a home-body and I so look forward to starting our own holiday traditions. I was elated to hear Rick asked if we could leave our tree up as long as possible this year because he cannot stand when trees come down the day after Christmas. A man after my own heart! It really is my favorite time of the year. I love decorating my first home with all my Christmas decor and I don't even mind the snow arriving this week. Although I am grateful we don't have as much as Buffalo!
So now that I've exhausted my thoughts into a blog post, I still don't feel any inclination of returning to sleep. I will pay for this come the afternoon unfortunately when I collapse on the couch...But I guess for now, I will return to Hulu and watch the third episode of Pride and Prejudice.
P.S. in case you're wondering: 16 days!
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